Buffalo Soldier lyrics
[Chorus:]
Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning down the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning down the block Don't judge a book by the cover Every single being in this world is your brother When I lost my fun, the page and uncover Ancient words that teach me to love ya So we burn to return to the mother And we yearn to unlearn all they told ya about yourself Who you are, what you should be, I'm gonna be free leave it up to me Shouts through the sky, look out through the night, feel alright Stars burn bright, I like the moonlight, you'll be alright [Chorus:] Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Used to be a mobster burning up the block This is the medicine, I'm out like the bedouin This knife I'm burying and this life I'm treasuring Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I went running away to the cave Went in a slave and came out all flames I went running away for the hills Back to my roots and I'm running still But now I'm running to face my dreams Found my place and what it means Find yourself and no one else You have to leave it up to me, leave it up to me [Chorus:] Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block This is the medicine, I'm out like the bedouin With this knife I'm buryin, this life I'm treasuring Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning down the block Bra, I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the deputy Sorry Al Sharpton I don't need you to lecture me Maybe I'll stop talking about guns When you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth Let's cut to the truth, ain't enough for the youth So tell me how you judge me til you're stuck in the shoes, man! Where the Congressmen, where all the Senators? They're thinking about their green, not the color of the President? This is just a relevance, survival is the sentiment Narcotics is the only way you know that I'm a measure it! They say that we are in a post Obama era Well exactly what that mean? you needn't make it clearer Does it mean that the rich are gonna finally start to share up Reproportion the wealth and make things fairer Asking God "why do poor people suffer" but now I'm such a hypocrite, the Rolls Royce mufflers. In the gutters nobody never loved us I am just the result of pain and hunger! [Chorus:] Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block Buffalo soldier, no I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the block This is the medicine, I'm out like the bedouin With this knife I'm buryin, this life I'm treasuring
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